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[wordsandmorewords]

Sierra Nevada

when we meet for tea, a tree ring grows. may we live as a sequoia.

wet mountain air, roots firm. steady.

[joeyandy]

Valkyrie.

Standing with her Bow in hand, She takes her cursed aim.

Those she hits fear Her shackles of prophetic steel, Tying them to death.

Her arrow sets for a Young man below her feet; He is unaware of his fate.

Too youthful for death Yet her experienced eyes Seek his youthful soul.

On the ground, He is naive to the woman above Riding in the sky.

She borrows her chariot from A horseman riding with her same Apocalyptic goal.

How ironic it is that she should Survive this battle while Others fall prey to her.

However, she is not alone. She rides into divine conflict With her sisters of desolation.

From them, only demise can be found. Forever they fly over their bloody ground.

[env0writes]

November passed will little acclaim Lots of blame And little fame November passes without an ember No flicker nor flame For me to remember November passed withholding love Checked the box of all of the above As symbolic as a dove November passed with minimal peace Like Marley, who made his chain piece by piece Now all I can Cratchit-afford is penance and lease

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.30.24 “So Long, It's No Longer November”

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[ginaporterr]

Should we spread out our bed assignments or do the new-girl cluster?

[alexanderbayon]

[creatediana]

“Healing Powers, Reeling Powers” - a tercet in dactylic hexameter written 10/09/2018

[asfaltics]

putterings, 27-1

  who ever heard to walk slowly or feebly; to halt, hobble... to use the country phrase   there is a difference the meagre remains the man of broad, clear, imaginative vision, not   small potatoes; long manure reserves past the need; she could spend all day in the greenhouse   or, Passion and Reality Oh, nothing very special — nothing of any great consequence — — nothing that he would call any thing, or you either, taken separately   not a bit of it, it’s only puttering around nevertheless my economy quilt   metal things at the hardware store Judith in one minute, and vigorous execution   I do not much wish well to discoveries, for discoveries ESS-TEE-DEE departed with his gloves   curious puttering studies, crackling coals broke in with this searching remark as a “monstrous” creature, puffing   an abundant element of always about a bit, especially to wait

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[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

12/ Miel-abricot / amitié

D’une jeune fille La douceur miel-abricot Toujours émoustille

Les rousseurs et les bécots D’un amour de pacotilles Confidentiel quiproquo

- Fabienne PASSAMENT. 2021